She pulls her stiff body up from the stony ground, still clutching her tiny dog, Leo, in her arms. She's only 28, but she feels like 80 after sleeping under that bridge. It wasn't warm last night, the winds howling down by Osoyoos Lake, but all she needed was somewhere to hide out. The cops may well have forgotten about her by now, and she could get back to her car (aka the red "Caviar Can") and hit the road for another adventure. Riot...